HOTSHOT DOC by R.S Grey
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This book you guys, this book!
I really can’t say enough, I’ve only ever read one other R.S Grey book before this one and I loved it just as much, HOTSHOT DOC wasn’t what I was expecting, and I am so glad I was able to read an e-arc.
With this new instalment from RS Grey, you will be laughing, swooning and just overall having a fantastic time. Not once did I glance down to see how far I was at or was once tempted to put it down. I gobbled this story down, and then wanted to read more from her.
I loved that it was fast paced, the romance was stellar, and I haven’t read a hospital setting in so long this one sets the bar quite high. RS Greys writing style is lit, I absolutely love the way she writes and her characters you will fall in love with.
This is a rom com that everyone should read, she nailed it. If you haven’t read this author yet you must, I highly recommend her and that’s just from reading two books by her. I love this was sort of enemies to lovers, but not. The plot was spot on, characters Bailey and Matt (Dr Russel…aka… Dr Hotshot) and then we have Bailey’s 14-year-old sister who she the guardian of Josie, she is a hoot! I loved that this book taught me something lol all that dr. talk I was like this girl has done her research. I didn’t even know there was a thing as a PA.
Chemistry was bouncing from the pages, I just can’t put into words how much I adored this story.
Overall 5/5 stars.
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About HOTSHOT DOC
Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. The scrub techs say he’s cold-blooded, the nurses say he’s too cocky for his own good, and the residents say he’s the best surgeon in the world—really, just a swell guy!—on the off chance he’s within earshot.
I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s-ravishing-you hair and chiselled jaw from a healthy distance, preferably from the other end of the hallway…half-hidden behind a plant.
Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: switch specialties and spend months retraining, or take an open position as Dr. Russell’s surgical assistant.
That means I have to stand near him in the OR for hours on end and anticipate his every need without letting his biting words and bad attitude intimidate me. Oh, and as if that’s not difficult enough, my silly crush on him—the one I’ve tried to stomp on until it disappears—might just be reciprocated.
I take my job seriously. There will be no smouldering bedroom eyes across the operating table, no angry almost-kisses in the storage closet. (Well, no more of those.)
What’s the phrase? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?
Maybe I should go for a whole damn bushel.